[it's a late night in the safehouse in vacuo. the story of what happened beneath atlas is still mostly unknown to emerald, but she knows that team rwby has returned safely and that's all that matters. she's spent time trying to build unearned bridges, and though she's never had to work that hard with the sisters, it's the monochrome half of the team that worries her. no amount of vouching can win everyone over, she fears.]
[what's woken her this time, though, is the dream of fire. the embers that could never stop smoldering. how could they when it's barely been a handful of weeks? why wouldn't visions of cinder come to her in her darkest moments and remind her of how much of a disappointment she is? how badly she's failed her?]
[she's upstairs in a room with oscar; no one else seems to be willing to sleep around her. he's still sleeping, she can see in the blue glow. it's not clear why her fingers trail to blake belladonna's name, still on her scroll from their days at beacon. maybe she just wants to talk to someone she's sure will hate her, so at least she can focus on that instead of cinder. a new nightmare.]
Hey. You up down there? Looking for someone to talk to after some shitty dreams.
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[what's woken her this time, though, is the dream of fire. the embers that could never stop smoldering. how could they when it's barely been a handful of weeks? why wouldn't visions of cinder come to her in her darkest moments and remind her of how much of a disappointment she is? how badly she's failed her?]
[she's upstairs in a room with oscar; no one else seems to be willing to sleep around her. he's still sleeping, she can see in the blue glow. it's not clear why her fingers trail to blake belladonna's name, still on her scroll from their days at beacon. maybe she just wants to talk to someone she's sure will hate her, so at least she can focus on that instead of cinder. a new nightmare.]
Hey. You up down there?
Looking for someone to talk to after some shitty dreams.
It's Emerald, by the way.